so, we are urgently sending out directions to mikhail ivanovich svyatin. time is running out.ing to their base, come on, i’m waiting for you there, hurry up, it’s all lights out. exchange of pleasantries, how are you? it’s fine, but he’s not rushing like a child, well, it’s okay, i think i’m coping, if it weren’t for the chemistry except... i would have frozen a long time ago, why are you doing this?